Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.